The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In the Zhou camp, after Lu Yue was repelled by Yang Jian, the place suddenly became chaotic.

More than a dozen fireballs hang in the air, like the Golden Crow Rebellion in ancient times, but there is not much heat, it just looks spectacular.

It was the real fire of the Phoenix made by Yang Jian with profound energy. Naturally, it was not as powerful as the original version, but it was more than enough to cover the plague.

There were bursts of violent energy fluctuations coming from the southwest direction, and one didn't even need to look at it with divine sense to know that Yang Jian and Lu Yue had already fought.

Li Jing was the first to rush out of the gate, and used the Linglong Pagoda to disperse the poison of the primordial spirit covering the ground ten feet away. Looking at the figures lying there who did not know whether to live or die, the usually calm commander of soldiers and horses panicked.

He hurried forward to check the injuries of his two sons, and kept stuffing elixir into their mouths. Seeing that Nezha and Mu Zha's lives were saved, he and a group of immortals came behind to rescue Huang Tianhua and Cao Bao Xiaosheng.

This is also human nature.

It took only a short while to fight Lu Yue, and the traps they carefully arranged were useless, and most of the immortals who came to help out were injured, and even two people were hit by Lu Yue's sword light, and they fell into the list of gods.

Tonight, for the ordinary soldiers of the Zhou army, it was only a small loss of morale, but for the immortal generals who were somewhat complacent, it was a blow to the head.

Deng Chanyu quickly stabilized the situation, and issued orders in an orderly manner. A group of immortals also gathered in the main tent to heal their wounds, but most of them remained silent.

"Fellow Daoist...Brother Cao!"

In the corner, Xiao Sheng suddenly called out sadly, and Li Jing and Deng Chanyu hurried over.

Cao Bao and Xiao Sheng are considered to be the two great Luo Jinxians who are equally famous and powerful among the scattered cultivators in China, but they are also powerless against the magical poison planted by Lu Yue.

But Xiao Sheng was only in a daze for a while, but Cao Bao's primordial spirit had been eroded. At this moment, his cultivation base was constantly dissipating, and he was about to die before his eyes.

how so?

Because the Luobao copper coin can only protect one person, the Luobao copper coin is shared by two people, and they take turns to keep it, and it was on Xiao Sheng's body at that time.

Probably this is also fate.

Li Jing took out the elixir that had been fed to Cao Bao just now, and stuffed a few into Cao Bao's mouth without hesitation, but the elixir did not melt after entering his mouth, instead it hung in Cao Bao's mouth.

Li Jing is a disciple of the Renjiao, and there are only a few people in the Renjiao, so the real Du'er will naturally not be short of Li Jing's panacea.

The elixir that I fed Cao Bao just now is the life-saving elixir second only to the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir...

"Brother Cao!" Xiao Sheng's body trembled slightly, and he hid his face and wept bitterly, like ordinary people bereavement of relatives and friends, which also shows the friendship of these two loose cultivators for many years.

The deceased changed from two to three.

Cao Bao's death is probably a certainty in the dark. Just after he died here, a ray of soul entered the list of gods, and Yang Jian, who had rushed back with all his strength, also rushed into the camp.

If Yang Jian's profound energy was present, Cao Bao might be able to last a little longer...

"Brother!"

"Eldest brother..."

"Nephew Yang Jian, what's the matter?"

All the immortals in the tent got up, half of them greeted each other, and half of them asked Yang Jian about the result of his battle.

"It was Lu Yue who escaped," Yang Jian said with embarrassment, "he was seriously injured by me, he should not dare to show up again recently, it was my negligence..."

Deng Chanyu said from the side: "I also ask the prime minister to heal the wounds of all the immortal friends quickly. Since Lu Yue has been severely injured, today's battle is not completely useless."

Yang Jian was also unambiguous, the tent immediately filled with profound energy, the complexions of Nezha, Huang Tianhua and Mu Zha improved instantly, and many monks who were injured by Lu Yue's sword light also breathed a sigh of relief, and the wounds were healing quickly.

With the sound of a crane, Yang Jian hurriedly went out to welcome the little boy with red lips and white teeth.

Yang Jian hurriedly asked: "Senior Brother Baihe, is there a magic pill for the ancestor?"

"Here," Bai He was decisive, and handed Yang Jian a glass bottle, which contained more than half of the pot of spiritual spring.

I don't know what kind of heel this thing is, Yang Jian just pulled the plug, and a fresh fragrance filled the air, and Nezha and Huang Tianhua opened their eyes.

At that moment, Yang Jian poured out four cups of spiritual springs for the four people who had been poisoned by the primordial spirit to drink, and carefully inspected the injuries of the injured. Then he went out and sent the dozen or so fireballs into the void, smashing them into pieces on a floating desolate fairy mountain. The plague poison inside spread, and this barren fairy mountain turned into a poisonous mountain.

However, this plague is only a plague that harms mortals, it does no harm to immortals, and throwing it there will not have too serious consequences.

Waiting for Yang Jian to finish his work here, Baihe Boy, who also helped treat the wounded, came over.

"Senior Brother Yang Jian, Master Saint asked me to send you a message."

Yang Jian straightened his clothes immediately, bowed to Bai He, and bowed to listen to the sage's teaching.

"Master Sage said," Bai He cleared his throat, making his youthful and immature voice sound thicker, "Xuandu is born with good fortune, and the universe is covered in his palm. Fortunately, Dao luck is in place, so don't surprise the people in the cave... that's all."

Yang Jian was a little confused.

The sage master has great powers and knows the agreement between himself and the great mage Xuandu—or in other words, this matter was originally made by several sages, and it is the "welfare" of his so-called "ninth person", but what does the second half of the sentence mean?

Don't be surprised by the people in the cave?

A gust of night wind blew, and Yang Jian's back was covered with cold sweat inadvertently, and his mind was in a trance, as if he was standing in front of a big hole and peeked down.

I don't know what's weird about it, and I can't stop being astonished in my heart.

"It's over here, I have to go back to serve the master, so I will take my leave first."

"Senior brother, go slowly," Yang Jian made a bow, watching Baihe boy transform into a white crane and slowly walk westward, the phrase "Don't be surprised by the man in the cave" lingered in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Master Zu told him many secrets of heaven and earth, where Hong Huang came from, and how Pan Gu was following his feet, and also faintly pointed out the real disaster Hong Huang faced.

Now, as Yang Jian has a deeper understanding of Xuandu City, which he has never been to, Yuanshi Tianzun seems to be warning him something, asking him to pay more attention to something...

In short, this saint master is really good to himself.

It doesn't matter if you don't want to think about these things that you haven't touched yet, the battle of the Conferred Gods is just over halfway, and there is still the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation to pass, so he can't be distracted and think about other things.

After sending Baihe boy away, Yang Jian returned to the main tent, where the corpses of the two evangelists and Cao Bao were placed. The other four who were poisoned sat cross-legged beside the corpses, and the atmosphere was rather dull.

Yang Jian walked back to the main seat and sat down, thinking that three or four days ago, it was almost the same group of immortals who were here complacently planning to plot against Lu Yue.

It never occurred to them that they underestimated Lu Yue and somewhat overestimated their own strength.

"The deceased is already dead, but fortunately there is a list of gods to protect his primordial spirit," Yang Jian said, "You don't need to be too sad, the road ahead must continue."

Lei Zhenzi nodded beside him, knowing that the most important thing at this time is to restore morale, and said: "Today's regret is also due to our lack of thoughtfulness. The three lost fellow Taoists will definitely not die in vain. From now on, Lu Yue's head will be used to pay homage to the three heroic spirits!"

Xiao Sheng's eyes were a little red, and he said in a low voice beside him: "Since it's a martial art, there is no one who is undead. The enemy is cunning, but we are not smart enough. Cao Daoyou died in Lu Yue's hands. From now on, I will be at odds with Jiejiao! I must avenge brother Dao!"

The first half of his sentence seems to be talking about righteousness, but the second half of the sentence is not open-minded, but full of hatred.

Nezha lowered his head and sighed dejectedly, wanting to speak but didn't know what to say.

Li Jing said in a deep voice from the side: "What General Xiao said is right. It is impossible to only injure the enemy while marching and fighting without harming yourself. The same is true in fighting. Today we made a mistake in chess and let three immortal friends die here. Tomorrow it will be even harder and we will pay back."

"That's right! We must let Jiejiao Lu Yue pay in blood!"

"This Lu Yueta is a bit despicable, he actually used his disciple's life as a poison, so vicious, how dare he call himself a Taoist disciple!"

"Evil heretics will eventually reap the consequences!"

Many immortals cursed, and with the excitement of the crowd, the atmosphere in the tent became a little more lively.

The corpses of the three deceased will be buried in the army tomorrow, and they have been moved out. There will be a vigil by the soldiers tonight.

Yang Jian discussed with the generals how to deal with Lu Yue's poisonous attack, but there was no result. For an opponent like Lu Yue, Yang Jian had to stay still in the barracks to be intimidating.

Although Yang Jian severely injured Lu Yue, no one can guarantee that Lu Yue will not have such magic medicine as Nine-Turn Golden Pill, so the barracks must not relax for a day.

There was a lot of discussion here, and a soldier outside the tent reported loudly that there was a young Taoist priest outside the gate, who claimed to be a disciple of Yuxu Palace, and wanted to see Yang Jian with two packages.

Yang Jian's consciousness was swept away, and he regained his spirit immediately.

Naturally, he had seen the person who came, and he had been waiting for him. Before this person's master gave him a spiritual spring to wash his eyes, so that he could take care of him more.

Who is this 'he'?

Who else could it be? Naturally, it is Daoxing Tianzun's apprentice, Wei Hu, who is rare among the three generations of disciples who have similar skills to Nezha.

Yang Jian took a group of juniors out to greet him. From a distance, he saw a handsome and elegant young man standing in the moonlight, looking a little thin-skinned and tender.

Wei Hu has a slender figure, his face is not as handsome as Yang Jian, nor as handsome as Tianhua, but he is quite attractive. His eyes are calm, which is quite similar to Lei Zhenzi, both of them are a little mature.

"Greetings, Senior Brother! Greetings, Senior Brothers!"

Wei Hu made a salute from a distance, and among the twelve golden immortals, Tao Xing Tianzun ranked last. Wei Hu would call everyone "Senior Brother" when he saw it, which was different from Yang Jian who was called "Senior Brother" because of his ability.

Yang Jian laughed twice, "I'm finally looking forward to you."

"Brother, please look." Wei Hu shook the package in his hand, and the two heads rolled out, and everyone was overjoyed when they took a closer look.

Master Lu Yue and Zhu Tianlin!

Yang Jian was taken aback. He only noticed that Zhu Tianlin's primordial spirit had entered the list of gods, but he didn't notice that Lu Yue...

Nezha asked in surprise, "Brother Wei Hu, did you kill him?"

"It was my master who told me to follow Zhu Tianlin closely, so I was lucky enough to meet the seriously injured Lu Yue," Wei Hu twitched his lips in frustration, "Unfortunately, my skills are not good enough. I just cut off Lu Yue's Taoist body, but escaped his primordial spirit."

Yang Jian said: "Lv Yue's wounds are added to his wounds, his immortal body has been lost, and there will be no more big waves. Brother Wei Hu has really done a great job, hurry up and talk in the tent."

After a pause, Yang Jian shouted: "General Mu Zha, you send these two heads to the spirit guard to pay homage to the three generals!"

"yes!"

These two heads, it is also said to come.